The small fist, green-tinged and strong, shot up from below and struck Tono Sato's chin, causing the poor Tono to fall straight back, crashing onto the floor.
But no matter how you look at it, after taking this punch, Tono Sato's hand finally let go of the warm curtain just in time.
"Whoa…"
Tono felt a burning pain on his chin, but other than that, he seemed to be unharmed, and even miraculously regained control over his bizarre state.
He lay on the ground, struggling to raise his head.
At this moment, the glass door of the tavern seemed to have been damaged, letting in a cold wind mixed with snowflakes, whooshing into the narrow passageway of the shop.
The white warm curtain hanging at the entrance swayed and fluttered in the wind, but from the gap under the curtain, those two pairs of bluish-purple, rash-covered bare feet could no longer be seen.
So, does this count as... being saved?
